Bodega Bay, CA to Umpqua Lighthouse State Park near Reedsport, OR, with stops in between along the Avenue of the Giants, at Lady Bird Johnson Grove, Prairie Creek, etc.
Redwoods, ELK, rain, misty miles, sourdough pizza, new friends, a marimba factory, cool haunts, storm watching, whale squinting, lighthouse looking, frog listening, camping, and a salamander! That’s a summary of what we saw and did, not all of which is documented here. I was sick for a lot of it, but we Ambled On as ever!
What’s the first thing you do when reunited after 10 days apart? Drive to Bodega Bay, CA so Lance can reenact a scene from The Birds in his Coup Clothing shirt, of course. There were no birds handy, so he’s running away from some wheelie bins instead.
Cut to a couple of days later, we were on our way north again from Fort Bragg, where we caught up on laundry and North Coast beers, to McKinleyville, CA via the Avenue of the Giants. The redwood forests, we often found, are their own sculptors.
While we were apart, I fixated on a tree not unlike this one that reminded me of the two of us growing together. I had another one that would “pet” me as I went up and down the steps of the path between the meditation hall and my cabin, but there was no such tree in among the giants.
The sun worked its way briefly into the deep, dark forest.
Sure it’s comfy, but where will we put it
The redwood metaphor for kicking ass in life: Persevering even after you’ve been gutted clean through by fire.
Life feeds on life…
Fronds of fern.
Moss in macro.
The creatively named Big Tree.
Big Tree. Little me.
New meaning to “tree lined path”. Redwood life lesson #2: Your death just gives rise to another (or many other) form(s) of life.
A mist of sunshine.
My grandfather will never believe this, but there it is: Sunshine. In Crescent City, CA.
Storm watching seagull opting out of fishing for the time being.
And, to herald our arrival in Oregon, a salamander made friends with Lance near our campsite at Umpqua Lighthouse State Park. In retrospect we learned our Oregon salamander was, in fact, a “California Newt” but we’re not going to be pedantic…